Hardcore phone sex, I am no stranger too. I am a mother, but I have a strong submissive side. It comes from my need for coke. I never have money to pay for coke. My husband doesn’t mind me being a cokehead, he does mine, however, when I spend all the money on my medicine. I was out of cash as usual. Marcus is in jail again, so I had to shop with a new guy. He knew my reputation and made me work for some snow. Marcus never fucks me that hard. I mean he fucks me, but I can usually still walk home after his hardcore ass fucking. I was crawling until I could stand. They fucked my back door for hours. No lube but their spit. I just kept thinking about how much my boys would have enjoyed watching me get used like a dirty porn star. My ass is still sore. How sore? I am going to be sitting on a bag of frozen peas all day while I talk dirty. My boys tried rimming my sore ass, but so far the only thing that seems to take the edge off is the shit that got my ass fucked rough in the first place.

I love exhibitionist phone sex. I am such a naughty milf. I was high as a kite and super fucking horny. My sons and my husband are camping and fishing. Do I look like I do a tent? Of course, my pussy needed some boy dick. I decided to live life on the edge. That is much easier to do with shit ton of primo coke. It is not exactly warm here, but not sub zero either. I put on a sexy outfit more fit for the bedroom than the park, but I had a coat on like a dirty flashing pervert. I looked for the area where all the young ones were playing. Young as in school age, but not so young that they need adult supervision. I don’t think mothers would appreciate me flashing their young sons. I found a secluded part of the park where some school boys were playing kick ball. I took off my coat and flashed my hooker-like outfit. I was wearing a bustier which I lowered to expose my boobs and fishnet stockings. Most boys are too young for full-fledge stocking fetish phone sex, but they do appreciate a trashy milf in fishnets. They swarmed me likes bees to honey. I felt like a dirty whore. I am a dirty whore. I fucked a few school boys in a park. What can I say? I have an addiction to boy jizz. Those boys felt like they were addicted to my milf pussy. No one was complaining about being molested!

When it comes to being a naughty milf I am always going to push the envelope in being as filthy a slut can be, especially where my daughter is concerned. I had a date with this pathetic little fuck, it was a blind date/ double date for Valentines Day. This was a favor for a friend, and man this dude was pathetic and small. How did it come to me seeing his dick and humiliating him? Well, he actually brought it up telling me he wanted my daughter and me to humiliate and cuckold him. My friend told him about our kinky ways and he begged him to get me a date with him so he could get in on some dirty fun himself. He has such a hard time with women and has come to make a better lover for much younger tail. I like to refer to his type as a p-fucker, and he wants to fuck my young daughter while he watches me take bigger cocks and tease and taunt him about his puny dicklet and how he can please us best by lapping up our creampies… and by the way, no way he was fucking my daughter, he was going to watch as we worshipped and fucked much bigger cocks, and he will maybe, if the price is right, get to fuck out creamy stretched pussies.

Prostitution phone sex is something I am getting better at. My drug dealer has me turning tricks for my coke now. I was just fucking him and his nephew, but I am using a lot more coke now that my mother lives with us. She is the only one I know who is a bigger coke whore than me. Coke is expensive according to Marcus, so I need to do more than just fuck him. I need to fuck some of his clients and associates too. Men who need a dirty whore to do the things to they can’t do to their wives. Normally, I have only fucked one or two men for him. The other night, he had 12 men lined up for me to fuck. Not all at once either. His house was my whore quarters. He had all the equipment I needed to clean up in between fucks. He bought a case of Summer’s Eve douche for me to rinse my cunt in between fucks. He said I was fucking mostly black men and they don’t do creampies like loser white men. Every guy had 45 mins to do what they wanted to me with 15 minutes for me to clean up. I will do anything for my coke. I have never douched that much in my life, but if his clients wanted a fresh pussy, a fresh pussy they would get. I swear with every fuck, came the biggest cum shot inside me. I got fucked in the ass too. Never douched my asshole, but I did for coke. I got pissed on and spanked too. But like I said, I will do anything for a nice big bag of coke. I am a mommy whore, so why not be a gang bang whore too? I got a good workout, but I got the biggest bag of coke ever. I earned that shit.

I met a hot chick at a party named Haley and I just had to have her. We both had a little too much to drink and went back to my room. It was the first time I’d met another girl as freaky as me. Haley told me she couldn’t get off unless I really worked her pussy good, so I gave it my best shot. I climbed on top of her and put my pussy in her face while I licked her cunt in the 69 position. She made me cum almost instantly, but she was a tougher nut to crack. I bent her over and started working her pussy from behind. I slid in just two fingers at first, then three and four, and then finally I had my whole hand in her pussy. I was wrist deep in her tight cunt, pumping my hand in and out when I finally got her to squirt. The wait was worth it though, she gushed so much cum I couldn’t help but run my tongue between her pussy lips and get a taste of it.

Prostitution phone sex? Don’t knock it until you try it, I always say. I am a mommy whore and a druggy slut. I do anything for coke and anything for my boys, so when I find myself in a cash flow situation, I will sell my body for money. My regular drug dealer is down in Mexico. He left with me with a huge stash to get through a couple weeks while he was on a smuggling expedition. The problem was that he underestimated me and mother nature. We had sub arctic temps and my mom, and I went through more coke than usual. The boys were home from school for most of the week because of the weather and we needed our medicine to keep up. When the coke ran out, I went to a few back up dealers but none of them wanted to trade their medicine for my whore pussy. My sons love me coked up. Everyone does. They dressed me in a sluttier than usual outfit and encouraged me to go down town and make some money the old-fashioned way, so I did. I thought I looked hot. I stood out among the other whores. I was older and a red head. I always was a suburban housewife, not a lot lizard skank. I was fucking for coke not smack. I looked better, fresher than the other whores. I was feeling confident. Turns out, I was right to be confident. I fucked 8 guys at $150 a pop. They other whores were jelly. I had the money I needed, no need to push the envelope. If I had stayed much longer, they may have killed me. I went to another dealer covered in cum and bought my first bag of coke with money in ions. Everyone was happy to see me come home with Superbowl supplies. Sex sells, even for a mommy phone sex whore like me.

When you are known as a drugs phone sex whore, you know how to have fun, even at the most boring of events. I had to go to this retirement party the other night. My husband’s boss is retiring and giving the business to my husband. If it wasn’t for that fact, I would have skipped the party. It is not a party unless I can get high and fuck. I guess this is one of those things you do for love, right? My husband asked me not to bring any coke. He knows how wild I get. I promised I wouldn’t bring any, but I never promised I wouldn’t do any. That was a different think completely. I played the nice wife for about an hour before I went to slum with the catering crew. Mostly young Latino boys. I figured one of them would at the least have some weed on him. I hit the jackpot. All of them had something on them. Coke, weed, pills, molly…. Whatever I wanted. They were happy to party with a hot MILF. I did some lines of coke and then I turned from nice suburban wife into gangbang whore. I was in the kitchen getting fucked by 5 Mexican caterers. I don’t think any of them were over 25. I knew my husband would be pissed, but I didn’t break my promise. I let the help cum inside me, did another line, then went back to the boring party with a creampie and a smile. Surefire way to make a party fun is coke and cum.

I love my dirty mommy phone sex calls. Getting high and playing mommy pair well together. Last night, my sons were at a sleep over. My mom and I were home alone as my husband went on an ice fishing trip with his brothers. I got enough coke for mommy and me to weather the cold weekend together. Normally, I have a son eating my pussy while I talk dirty, but this time it was my mommy. She enjoys listening to my part of the phone call. I am often talking to callers about her because my incest life began when I was a little girl watching her fuck my older brother. She let me watch. She encouraged me to play with my little kitty. She would tell me that I would be her one day with my own sons and she was right. She even turned me into the druggy phone sex whore I am today. Coke clears the mind of guilt and lies, so we can be our true selves. When high, a woman would never deny her natural desires for her son. She would also never deny her love for her mommy. When I turned my phone off, it was mommy and me time. We were both high and horny from my calls. I ate her hairy pussy and she fucked my ass with a strap-on. Sometimes, it is nice to spend a quiet night at home with mommy.

As you know from my last blog, my dealer; Marcus; was having his kick ass Birthday Party this past weekend. I have to say, it was nuts! We were to bring the outfits with us that he picked out for us to wear and to arrive dressed up as much as we could be. He said, “Think Ghetto Black Tie.” I had no fucking clue what the hell that meant! As a matter of fact, I still don’t! I figured we would just dress up with some sparkle and then hope that it would be okay. I had one of my favorite dresses on and I had my girls dressed up in their forest green dresses with the green sparkle trim. I think green looks beautiful on them because it brings out the green in their eyes.

The venue that he had booked was super nice. When we pulled up there was even a valet service. Marcus went all out it seemed. We walked in and instantly were meet by one of the men who hung out with Marcus. He took the garment bag I had with our outfits in and told us to enjoy ourselves for a while, the show wouldn’t be starting until much later. Show? What show???

There were others there the same ages as my girls, so they asked if they could go and hang out with them. I told them sure. I grabbed a glass of champagne and mingled. After a few hours of trying not to get drunk off my ass so I could help my girls out with whatever Marcus had planned for them, the lights dimmed a few times. The same guy who took the garment bag told everyone to go into the next room and find a seat. He also said that the younger ones should find their Mom’s and Dad’s and sit with them.

After we had set down a woman came up to me and gave me a slip of paper with a number on it. What the fuck was going on? Then Marcus came out and everyone cheered. He thanked everyone for coming to his party and he hoped everyone had a good time, but if your invite didn’t have a red wax seal on it, then you weren’t a VIP guest and could make your way out of the venue. Marcus is one ballsy son-of-a-bitch. This announcement almost cased a few fights.

After everyone who didn’t have the red seal left, the fun really started. I will allow you to think about what might have happened. I will tell you all about it in my next blog! *insert cliff hanger here*

Forced intoxication phone sex is a dirty pleasure for me. Everyone knows I am a coke whore. Booze is not really a problem for me, but I do like to splurge on whiskey, especially when I am out of coke. I was partying with my stepson over the weekend. We have a love hate relationship. Sometimes he likes me, other times I think he wants to kill me. He is bipolar, an alcoholic at 25 and has never forgiven me for being a homewrecker. His dad traded up. Got himself a younger, hotter and freakier wife. Not my problem his ex-wife was a bore in bed and let herself get fat. I was high when I blurted that out to him. He was not happy about what I said, so he grabbed me. Just rushed me, tied my hands behind my back and tied me to a chair. He pulled my hair back, forcing my mouth open. I heard him grab a bottle. He started pouring it down my throat. When I spit it out, he slapped me across the face. He pinched my nose which forced the booze down my throat. He just kept yelling at me to call myself a cheating, home wrecking whore. I was resisting. I mean I am older than him. His father chose me over his mother. He was the one who should be apologizing to me. I was getting so drunk. I have a high tolerance for any substance, but I was coked up and had not eaten yet. I felt sick to my stomach and light headed. I begged for mercy, but he was in one of his moods. The bottle was only half full, but it was Wild Turkey and it was like 90 proof bourbon. He liked forcing me into an intoxicated mess. He thought it would be fun to give me a hardcore ass fucking while drunk as a stunk. I woke up the next day sick to my stomach, with a pounding headache and a sore ass. Just another encounter with my stepson.